If in four months I could not find Tom Chaney, with a mark on his face like banished Cain, I would not advise others how to do so.

I also notice that the men of Texas gouge their mounts with great brutal spurs and cultivate their hair like lettuce!

I want Tom Chaney hanged for killing my father! It's little to me how many dogs and senators he's killed in Texas.

Those horses can't outrun Little Blackie! They're loaded down with fat men and iron!

I'm going! And it's not because you say I can't, and it's not because you say I can. I paid good cash money to be here, and I'm on my own business! Now, we'll have no more talk about it.

My name is Mattie Ross, of Near Dardanelle in Yell County. My family owns property, and I don't know why I'm being treated like this!

Rooster Cogburn is no good friend of mine! He led us straight into your hands, and now he has left me with a gang of cut-throats! Is that what they call "grit" in Fort Smith? We call it something else in Yell County.

Papa's marker is not what was ordered. I will make that wool-hatted fool of a stone man change it.

Mr. Rat, I have a writ here that says you are to stop eating Chen Lee's cornmeal forthwith. Now, It's a rat writ, writ for a rat, and this is lawful service of same! [to Mattie] See? He doesn't pay any attention to me. [shoots the rat] You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You either kill him or let him be.

Baby sister, I was born game, and I mean to go out that way.

General Price don't belong to me. He just rooms with me. Cats don't belong to nobody. 'Course, I depend on him.

A fella that carries a big-bore Sharps carbine might come in handy… if we get jumped by elephants, or buffalo, or something.

By God! She reminds me o' me!

LaBoeuf, if you get crosswise of me you'll think a ton of brick had fell on you! You'll wisht you was back at the Alamo with Travis!

It's a shame, a kid like Moon losing his leg. He's too young to be hoppin' around on a raw peg. Loves to dance too much, and sport!

Rooster: What we want to do is get them inside that dugout. I'll shoot the last man through the door, and then we'll have 'em over a barrel!

La Boeuf: You'll shoot them without a call?

Rooster: Well, it'll give 'em to know our intentions is serious! [La Boeuf & Mattie give him disapproving glares] Aw, well, I'll holler down after I shoot and see if any of 'em want to be taken alive — but when they won't, we'll shoot 'em as they come out the door.

Mattie: [drinking water from river near camp] That tastes like iron!

La Boeuf: You're lucky to be where water's so handy. I've seen the time I've drank out of a filthy hoofprint and I was glad to get it.

Rooster: If ever I meet one of you Texas waddies who ain't drunk from a hoofprint, I think I'll… I'll shake their hand, or buy them a Daniel Webster cigar! [he looks over La Boeuf's horse] How long you boys down there been mounted on sheep?

La Boeuf: Go ahead and have your little joke. But I'll tell you one thing: that little fella there will still be running when that big American stud of yours is winded and collapsed.

Rooster: Ha — sheep! Heh, heh…

[Rooster brings four dead outlaws to Indian Police outpost.]

Rooster: Boots, I got Hayes and some youngster outside, along with Moon and Quincy. I want you to bury 'em.

Boots: They're dead?

Rooster: Well, I wouldn't want you to bury 'em if they wasn't!

Mattie: I'm here to take you back to Fort Smith and hang you!

Chaney: And I think I will not go. Now how do you like that?

Mattie: Well, there's a posse of officers up the hill who'll force you to go!

Chaney: How many officers?

Mattie: I'd say right around fifty — and they mean business! So you just walk up that hill right in front of me.

Chaney: I believe I'll oblige those officers to come after me.

Mattie: If you refuse to go with me, I'll have to shoot you.

Chaney: Is that so? Well, you better cock your piece. [Mattie pulls back the lever on the revolver to load it. She doesn't pull it all the way.] All the way back, until it locks!

Mattie: [cocks revolver properly] I know how to do it. Now you mean to say that you won't go with me on your own free will?

Chaney: You just got it the other way around, now you will follow me!

[Mattie pulls the trigger as a response and shoots Chaney in the ribcage. The recoil knocks her back and she falls down, while Chaney falls down onto the sand on the river as well.]

Chaney: I didn't think you'd do it!

Rooster: [From the top of the hill] Sis! Where are you!

Mattie: I'm down here! I got Chaney!

Chaney: I just didn't think you'd do it! One of my short ribs is broke!

Mattie: You killed my father when he was trying to help you! You're just a piece of trash! You also killed a senator in Texas when he was sitting on a porch swing!

The strangest trio ever to track a killer. A fearless, one-eyed U.S. marshal who never knew a dry day in his life... a Texas ranger thirsty for bounty money... and a girl still wet behind the ears who didn't care what they were or who they were as long as they had true grit.